❝We both know that I have a list of fetishes that is longer than your.. colorful vocabulary, daddy~❞ Moxxi shrugged, obviously not bothered by it but not admitting or denying it.
❝And I wasn’t cheating. Your just a mad little toddler throwing a tempter tantrum because he can’t have the toy he wanted. Get over me, Jack~ Do yourself a favor.❞
"Oh, I'd bet. Probably even longer than the staggering list of diseases you've contracted from your even more morbidly impressive number of notches on your lipstick case." He scoffed, dripping sardonic sarcasm as per usual.
"..me? Get over you?" He guffawed, grinning in condescending disbelief. "..uh, don't know if you noticed sweetheart.. But uh, yeah, last time I checked? You were the one reblogging pictures of my hipbones and happy trail. Might wanna take a look in the mirror. Y'know.. if you can stomach it."














